Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

39. Dream come true

It did not need long for Simon to grow hungry for you again with your bare feet resting on his groin like that. You both didn't even finish the movie, falling upon each other like teenagers. You were grinding on his lap now whilst kissing him deeply. You moaned a lot, each sound coming out of your throat making his fingers dig deeper into your thighs. "Love, I can´t with this movie running, turn it off." You did not hesitate and grabbed the remote behind you on the table, following his demand. Craving the warmth of his lips as they parted for the time being. As the living room turned dark, it was evening by now, it was now filled with sounds of Ghosts breathing and your quiet moans. You two were so desperate, not a single sentence was shared in that darkness. Only you grinding on his lap and wet kissing. Minutes felt like hours.

"I want to fuck you..." his voice breathes out, the air growing thick with arousal. He starts kissing your collarbones carefully.

"I want you too, Simon..." you smile, his kisses tickling along your skin. His hand slides down his crotch to check his situation. Not hard, not even a bit. He grunts out in frustration, but continues laying you down on your back as he hovers over you, resting his hand that holds him up next to your head. You stroke along his sides now and think for a second, before telling him of your tiny idea.

"What do you think of...Toys?" you ask him with a certain wariness to it. His eyes lock with yours, then a nod follows. You ask again, "Is that a yes?"

"Course love... Show me." You smile as he carries you up in one quick movement. You swear you wouldn't move a single muscle ever again, with this man by your side. The way he just carries you so easily everywhere, you enjoyed every second. He held you bridal style and stepped into the bedroom, carefully letting you down there and sitting down on the corner, taking off his watch. You open up your nightstand where you have, well, quite the collection going.

He peeks over your shoulder into the nightstand, a low rumbling chuckle leaving his throat.

"Not bad" the brit mutters, kissing your ear. You close your eyes to that sensation, his warm breath stroking along your sensitive skin right there. "Nothing compared to you, Simon." you whisper, not even realizing what you're saying as you fell into a deep trance with him nibbling your ear like that.

"You like that?" he asks, you can only manage answering with a slight nod. His hand strokes up your stomach, him kneeling behind you on the bed, and makes it's way around your throat. You let out a gasp as his grip tightens, his free hand reaching down to get out a vibrator. You close your eyes as you hear the soft clicking of him pressing the button, before the low rumble of the vibrator fills the air. He pulls your whole body by your throat closer to him, your back touching his hard torso now. He felt like a brick wall behind you. Like no matter how much you'd lean into him, this man would not budge a single bit. You let out a soft moan as the vibrator reaches your core through the panties you were still wearing. The rest of your body dressed in only an oversized band-shirt still.

"F-fuck...yes..." you whimper, tightening your thighs together before he moves his knee inbetween to keep them apart.  You turn your head back and rest your head against his chest, looking up into his dark, wanting eyes now. The lust you saw in them. The hunger. It drove you wild. You tried to tell him how good it felt but couldn't, because he chose to increase the toys' intensity right in that second. Your hand squeezed his thigh at that, yelping as you already felt your orgasm approaching.

"I want you to come everywhere..." he grunts, letting go of your throat now and bending you over, holding the back of your neck now. His determined, tight grip made you feral, you grabbed the closest pillow and moaned into it. His breath stopped for a second, as he made out what you were moaning. You were repeating his name into that pillow, over and over again. He lets out a moan, listening to you, but you could not hear it as you were too overwhelmed by everything else going on and your approaching climax.

"Cum for me, my little star...Precious dancer..." he moans, lowering himself but keeping the vibrator fixated on your clit. Your panties were absolutely soaked. He took a good look, before lust took over him and he digged his face into your heat, sliding the thong aside with his free hand and pushing his tongue into you.

"Ohhhhh my god Simon you're gonna make me--" you pant out, quick breaths following as you whimper for more. He eats you out not showing any mercy, his tongue wide and warm, licking up and down your slit and covering the lower bottom of his face in your juices.

"Your cunt tastes so good..." he grunts out, barely managing to keep the vibrator on your clit as his arm grows heavy and he'd much rather slide his fingers into you now. But he knows that you're close. So he does not dare to stop.

"It's all y-yours, it's only yours." You whimper with your breathing becoming more ragged until you cry out his name one final time and search his hand holding the toy, clinging onto his wrist like you were stuck to it. As you come, his tongue stays widely spread along your folds, slowly lapping everything up as you come onto it. You telling him that your pussy is all his does something to him. His hand now dropped the vibrator and interlocked fingers with the ones, that were heavily wrapped around his wrist just a minute ago. You could only chuckle after cumming and slowly moved away from him, crashing into a soft empty spot on the bed. He wiped his mouth and moved closer to you, wanting to be as close as it gets. 

"Simon you...you're a dream come true" you whisper calmly, still collecting your breath. He looks at you silently, the way you lay there with your legs pulled close to your body, looking comfortable and sleepy. "You are...." he whispers, holding your waist. "I...I did not mind you....you know...It's no problem..." you were referring to the moment you tried getting things going just earlier that day. "Dear...bullet caught my thigh once...long time ago. Was a bloody beginner. Anyways, it still bothers the.... you know...doesn't matter what I do..." You nod, stroking along his hand. "I did not mind it one bit, just wanted you to know." He nods, looking at all your features. You slowly close your eyes, enjoying the rhythm he strokes your leg with. You sink more and more into the state of deep slumber. Ghost's mind was occupied with all kinds of stuff, sleep not being one of them.